Plastic fantastic

I remember vividly when I was pregnant of S. The first months I was in denial that there would ever actually be a real baby. I was so busy with my body changing and especially my figure disappearing, buying too many clothes for him and decorating his little corner of our room. I didn’t think that much about really taking care of him, or raising him yet. But at the end, after reading all the mom magazines (you’re a true addict, or you’re not) I had it all planned out.

I would use the ‘three R’s’ like a bible, my boy would not eat sugar before he turned two, only fresh food and preferably home made. No tv, of course, and no ugly plastic bright toys. Not in my house. Only toys that would fit my decor and esthetics.

He only eats chocolate on his bread, he might drink water if there is nothing else within reach and if I let him, he would watch tv all day long (and to be honest, I too often turn it on so I can get things done). And the toys. You don’t buy pretty toys, you buy toys they like! So they play with it for more than 5 minutes. And those toys are usually not the kind we prefer.

And the best part? With your second baby it even gets worse. You probably think you will do it right or better this time. But you don’t even try that hard anymore. Because you know it will pass, it’s all a phase. Or so I hope…